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Come, My Soul, Thy Suit Prepare

John Newton
(1725-1807)

Come, my soul, thy suit prepare:
Jesus loves to answer prayer!
He Himself hath bid thee pray,
Therefore will not say thee nay.

Thou art coming to a King;
Large petitions with thee bring,
For His grace and power are such,
None can ever ask too much.

With my burden I begin:
Lord, remove this load of sin;
Let Thy blood, for sinners spilt,
Set my conscience free from guilt.

Lord, I come to Thee for rest,
Take possession of my breast;
There Thy blood-bought right maintain,
And without a rival reign.

As the image in the glass
Answers the beholder’s face;
Thus unto my heart appear,
Plant Thine own resemblance there.

While I am a pilgrim here,
Let Thy love my spirit cheer;
As my Guide, my Guard, my Friend,
Lead me to my journey’s end.

Show me what I have to do,
Every hour my strength renew:
Let me live a life of faith,
Let me die Thy people’s death!

 

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